Gemotions

The attic was a forgotten world of shadows and secrets. Michael, new homeowner and history buff, was eager to uncover its mysteries. He was looking for clues to the house's past. He found a locked wooden chest tucked away under a pile of old rugs. He picked the lock and opened the lid.

Inside, nestled on a bed of faded velvet, was a collection of vintage photographs and a leather-bound journal. He started to look at the photos. The photos showed a woman in various states of undress. His blood began to warm. He felt a tingling sensation in his groin.

He picked up the journal. The handwriting was elegant, almost a caress on the page. He started to read, the words painting a vivid picture of a passionate love affair. His breath hitched in his throat. His fingers traced the leather. He imagined the woman who had written it. He felt himself growing hard.

He slammed the lid closed, feeling both exhilarated and ashamed.